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The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/rT4bezy5 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · Fantasia
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Ranking and recuperating (2)

"Where is this?"

Hex stared at the bustling crowd before him. Leaning on a crutch, he moved slowly through the multiple stalls and tents, offering food, drinks, and other entertainment. The rich aroma filled his nostrils. 

No one paid particular attention to him, as there were many with crutches and bandages in the crowd. Hex even saw people lacking limbs or laid flat out on stretches who sipped wine through hollow stalks of some plant. 

"This is one of the changes made to the market district." Althea accompanied him on his first walk out of the infirmary so she could explain such changes.

Despite his immense trust in Althea, Hex struggled to match the bustling scene with the blood-and-smoke-filled scenes in his memory. Only the distant high walls remained the same. E

'Even the sky is bright and clear.' The warmth of sunlight on his skin under the clear sky rejuvenated his tired mind.